I'm heading up to the school this morning to watch my boy perform in his last elementary school talent show. His drum gear has been loaded into the back of the Suburban and I've made sure the battery on the camera has been fully charged. Like all his previous performances, I want to make sure I capture it on film.
Tomorrow will be his last day in the fifth grade and, as is the tradition, he will walk over the wooden bridge that symbolizes the transition from elementary school into middle school. My boy is ready... We're all ready to embark on this new chapter. This is an exciting time in his life, but my heart can't help but wonder how we reached this point so quickly.
The days may have been long at times, but the years have been all too short.
I think that's one of the great mysteries of motherhood. When you're stuck in the middle of the trying twos (or threes as it was for us), you feel like the days will never end. Then all of a sudden your once tiny little boy is towering over you and on his way to middle school. Each precious moment having slipped through your fingers like tiny grains of sand.
I often wonder if time feels different to my friends with multiple kids. Some of them will have thirty years or more from the time their first child enters the world until their last leaves the nest. I have eighteen. And to be honest, with every passing year I find myself wanting to dig my heels into the ground just a little bit deeper in an effort to slow the passing of time.
Tomorrow, I am not going to let myself shed a tear. I will lift up a silent thank you for the eleven years that have already passed. I will wholeheartedly enjoy the moment and look forward to the adventure that lies ahead.
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